Last night my sissy-in-law came over for a visit. It was such a nice surprise! I am always most happy to see her.
But it appears that she forgot something when she went back home...
Oh no! That labradork pee-wee midget hump meister has moved in!
NO NO NO!
This is most terrible. One is bad enough, but TWO?
Momma says it is only for five days which it totally like FOREVER!
Why oh why couldn't my dumb human brother get a proper dog instead of one of these?
Good sport that I am, I did try to play with the little dude. But he kept falling over. Not much fun.
He seems to want to become a statue whenever I get close. Huh?
Could it possibly be because every time he picks up a toy I go AR AR AR until he drops it and goes SQUEEEEE and runs away? I doubt it. I don't even like most of those toys, but I must say that the sight of one in his shark toothed little mouth does get my blood boiling.
Now ALL our toys - inside and out - have been confiscated. Is that fair? Momma even took the cute little leopard stuffie that dumb Oliver brought with him and that I so cleverly managed to get out of his bunker when he wasn't looking.
Being a resourceful chap, I determined that this small yet ever so crunchy stick is now a toy!
Round blond doofus dogs STAY AWAY!
I made a movie to show how I am suffering.
The DOH got it in her head that it would be a good idea to attempt a dual dork walkie.
Gosh! That looks like fun. NOT!
Kid apparently already has some sort of oral fixation that prevents him from making forward progress without something in his mouth.
See? See? See what I mean? Again with the rubbish in his jaws.
Check out the walkie movie that Pee-Wee made. Glad I sat that one out.
When they got back I was relieved that at least good old Pee-Wee was ready for some serious big dog bitey face.
Double snarl face!
Oliver remained curiously detached during our rough and tumble big dog play time.
Too much action for ya, huh squirt? Well, this is what real dogs are like. None of that whimpy puppy play group crap at the Mango estate!
Yuh, and then there was like a big party when he poo'd! What's up with that? I poo all the time and there is no party.
So I think five days are almost over and its time for him to go home now, right?